A is for Andi Candy Girl

Andi is my youngest sister.  She lives in Mexico.  And the crazy nut came to Utah for her Spring Break.  A little ironic.  But very welcomed.  Our rendezvous started at the zoo.  When we got out of the car at the zoo... I was like... crap I didn't even bring real coats.  And that wind was a-nipping. But soon the weather was a warm as our hearts (smirk) and the day went marvelously.
Highlights?
Glad you asked.
The polar bear.  Though not a professionally trained circus bear.  He sure acted like one.  The flips. The dives.  The rolls.  The back stroke.  He went a little far when he started juggling and I ushered Kole and Great off... and muttered "show off."

Me and Julie raced up that huge hill that has the llamas and the wolves and the goats and the turkeys.... weird combo.  We were pushing our strollers and after about ten strides I was thinking This was a terrible idea.  Julie beat me.  Big time.  Is that any surprise?  Look at her!  Lean.  Fit.  Tall.  I didn't stand a chance.  I'm all talk.  And all flab, by the way.


 Lowlight of the day:  Paying $20 for lunch.  Kole had a corndog and I had a cheese burger.  We shared fries.  And a lemonade.  Twenty dollars.  I wanted to say, "Uh... can I see the receipt?"  But I didn't want to seem cheap.  And chalked it up to sponsoring the zoo.  So I just smiled and said thanks for my souvenir cup.  Andi drove home with us and we didn't have any more time to just change our clothes when we were off.  Where to?  Da Jazz Game.
 

It was our first Pro Basketball Game.  Jazz vs. Suns.  It was insane.  Well... we made it insane.  Some of the people around us weren't really "into" it.  Like they only sometimes cheered when we made a basket.  They only occasionally booed the other team.  They rarely got out of their seats to shake what their mammas gave them.  And they certainly didn't provide their own commentary. I wanted to yell, "You're not sitting for the SATs!  You're at a game!"  *sigh... shoulders drop*  The stiff upper class.  They just want to watch their hoops in silence and sip their Pellegrino.  Well... psht.  Good luck doing that sitting next to Flap Jack Pat and Suga Suga Andi Candy Girl of 26.9 Sports. Yeah.  We started up our own radio station.  (Currently trolling for sponsors.)  And listen to our clip.  I mean, we're naturals. Our enthusiasm far outweighs our lack of knowledge of the game/players/rules and our on the spot math skills.  'Twas riotous.

And the good times kept rolling.
If I had any computer skills this would have been a photo montage with Bob Seger's "We've Got Tonight" playing over it.  But... just hear it.  Feel it.  Live it.

This is Andi.  But in my head... this is what I look like.  I am delusional. 

It was glorious.  And now I am suffering from Andi withdrawals.  Food has lost it's taste- colors are dull.  Woe is me.